He opened the door of the rental car he was driving.  He had arrived via private plane less than 20 minutes ago.  His equipment would not have been allowed thru a normal airport.  What he landed on could realy just be considered level ground.

He walked towards the house he had parked in front of, while walking up putting on a pair of black leather gloves.  He pulled the gloves tight on his hand, to prevent any slipping.  His instructions were to walk right in the door, not to knock.  His assignment ws deletion. 

His cover was a friend from out of town that came in to spend christmas with said family.  He entered the house and made the rounds, meeting everyone, and giving his fake name.  The family as a whole had funded his deletion assignment all in cash.  They couldn't stand to see the old timer suffer with cancer anymore.  He excused himself to the bathroom.  From the breastpocket of his jacket he removed his kit.  He extracted a syringe and an 80cc vial of insulin.  He thumped the needle, to stop the possibilty of air bubbles being in the syringe.  He exited the bathroom, turning off the lights first.  He snaked to the back bedroom, to meet the target. 

TO BE CONTINUED...